[4:05]

I couldn't get to sleep again. I've gotten really emotional lately, and I can feel myself broken down. I'm really really happy to have friends to circle me out of my devastation, but I know I have to pick myself up no matter what. I went out for a breather today, to East Coast Park with Steph for a little stroll. The moon was beautifully huge and round, unusually orangy red that I thought was the setting sun. I had to control my emotions from that memory lane down the park, and it was really heartening to walk through the once beautiful path.

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms baby."

This song is new to me, but it had already sent me down emotionally rock bottom. Finally, a worthy album that unleashes the pain and forlornness of my life. There's nothing more I can ask for, than a splendid group of pals who made me last till this date. My bro Chester and the Anti-SNJX gang, my PY Wushu peeps, Shane, MEIMEI, and of course my gay bro Nelson!

I haven't changed.. Or maybe I did, beer came in as a tool to aid me forget my miseries. Oh yes what a loser I am, in fact a very sore one. But could anyone think of a better way to lift my sorrows? I would love to cease on alcohols, I'd love to get my life back on track. I was so strong and determined back then, so arrogant and smug in the past that I couldn't care less how people think of me. But now, I feel like a punk with a lousy puss who can't even get myself together in my slightest moments. I had the drive, the motivation, and the reason to take off. Now I lost them all, I lost myself too.

We all have our own problems to cry for, there certainly isn't any reason why I should add on to anyone's. That is why I never wanted to tell anybody my own's, to just decay myself in obscurity and solitary. Shane bro, maybe we should meet up more often. I bet we have a lot to share over the nights, with tools of sorrow-liftings and drops of forlornness.

[Regrets, I had a few. But then again, too few to mention...]